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... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell forever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The ...
... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell forever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The ...
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... beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of ...
... beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of ...
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... beneath yon aged thorn . THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his bounty , and ...
... beneath yon aged thorn . THE EPITAPH . Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his bounty , and ...
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... beneath ! O'er thee , O King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue ...
... beneath ! O'er thee , O King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue ...
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... beneath the thorny shade . Now , brothers , bending o'er the accursed loom , Stamp we our vengeance deep , and ratify his docm . 66 Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun . ) Half of thy heart we ...
... beneath the thorny shade . Now , brothers , bending o'er the accursed loom , Stamp we our vengeance deep , and ratify his docm . 66 Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun . ) Half of thy heart we ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Auf Wiedersehen banner battle bells beneath Bingen blessed blood blow Bonny Dundee born brave breast breath bright brow cried Cusha dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth England eyes fair fame father fell gallant gaze Gilpin gleam glory grave gray hand hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hills horse Inchcape Rock J. G. LOCKHART John King lady land Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord LORD BYRON loud maiden morning mountain never night Norsemen o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pale pibroch poems Quoth ride Ring ROBERT BURNS rock rode rose round Samian wine shore silent sing SIR WALTER SCOTT smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake steed stood storm sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thet thou tide tower town Victor Galbraith voice waves wild wind
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Page 40 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 67 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Page 54 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 46 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 31 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 279 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
Page 142 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 116 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Page 42 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 176 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.